An aura spread outward, and even space itself seemed to ripple faintly.
In another dimension invisible to the living, the souls of the successive High Priests of this Worship Hall quietly appeared. Some were men, some women; some were whole, while others had nearly faded away. Yet without exception, they all bent the knee to Huo Yuhao.
The living could have their eyes blinded by the power they wielded, but how could the dead fail to recognize their own god?
Ghostly flames rose one after another. Qian Daoliu instinctively unleashed his Angel Domain, but he soon discovered that not only were those ghostly flames not extinguished within his domain, they even burst into countless golden sparks.
One hazy figure after another emerged. Qian Daoliu immediately noticed several relatively intact souls surrounding him and cursing him out. The leader, pointing at his forehead while its mouth opened and closed and spittle flew everywhere, was unmistakably his father, who had been dead for many years.
He looked remarkably spirited.
But who was he? The invincible Rank 99 Peerless Douluo of the skies, the Angel God's High Priest, the High Priest of Spirit Hall's Worship Hall. What kind of scene had he not witnessed?
"Evil arts!"
"Seventh Soul Skill—Angel True Body." With Qian Renxue present, Qian Daoliu did not immediately use a large-scale killing move.
He only wanted to rely on his own Soul Power to wear Huo Yuhao down.
Yet strangely, the shadows before him were completely unaffected by his Seventh Soul Skill.
"Xiaoxue, come here quickly. Even if he is also an inheritor of a god position, an Evil God cannot possibly be a companion of the Angel God." Qian Daoliu called out, looking at Huo Yuhao as though he were some blonde punk. His Xiaoxue must have been led astray